I'll always have fond memorizes of Evil on Tuesday night. It was a workout that I really look forward too, a tough and strenuous . But we'll not have it this summer as Evil is stepping away from her obligation to us and taking care of her own family. How cruel is that! She see her family every day and we see her just one night a week on Tuesday. My fix would be to bring all the kids to the Y on Tuesday and lock them in the car, crack the window of course. I wonder if she had thought of that, hummmm I wonder. Well any way we will miss her gentle scream ands sweating face.
Well the last Tuesday work out was a simulated race that was a killer. My heart rate was way up there during the whole ride. I was sweating like Sean Hannity on a polygraph machine. I was going to say sweating like a pig but Jim informed me that pigs don't sweat. There was a small glitch however with Evils DVD getting stuck, but your Pal, as usual , came to the rescue and saved the night.
After the workout we had all decided to go out and have some food and drink at a local restaurant on the harbor. It was really nice to see everybody not sweating and red faced for once. Good food and drink filled the evening and good stories about how we really feel about the other people who do the class and were not at the table. Your Pal of course was the only civil person at the table and said nothing about anybody. You didn't want to be the first person to leave that table with this group , you would have been the new A-hole. Just kidding ,maybe. But it was a great night with good people and a lot of fun. The attendees were Mary, Heidi, Dede, Evil (AKA Amy), Jim and your Pal.
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I'll bet you just like the odds ... two gals for every guy! It has nothing to do with comaraderie. Does it make you for interesting and sexy?
And, by the way, why do you work out, sweat and beat yourself up only to go out and eat and drink?!!
Can't speak for Uncle Willie, but personally I love to exercise and love to eat, so it is win-win for me.
I exercise for health and to be able to eat what ever I want. The Snoot man hit it.
And I can't get any more interesting and sexy then I already am.
If I locked my kids in the car then DHS would certainly have a case against me unless of course Willie, you volunteered to sit in there with them. Now that would be funny. Five minutes in the car with my l'il monsters and you would definitely understand why I am the way I am...crazy, confused and full of pent up anxiety that gets released in spin class. I will miss Tuesday nights as well. But I feel like I should try to feed my kids at least a few decent meals this summer.
I should be all refreshed by September..
Had a great time last night. It was fun to let loose and hang out with you guys.
-Amy
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